Fiend

Out of time

Out of line

The end is near

And there is no fear

Murdering the sweet memory

Of all I ever sought to be

Leaving only a chalk outline for all to see

 

So many ways

So many choices

An absence of voices

And short days

 

Leading the path to edge

Beyond the map

To where my monsters roam

To find the place my heart calls home

I drink the poison on tap

And recite the pledge

 

The promise made

The promise broken

The promise forgotten

The promise disobeyed

 

And now only one promise remains

That which forever stains

The dirty soul that will never be clean

As always its just a means

To an selfish end

As always its the way of the fiend

Silence of the day

​The rambling of words.

 Dancing round my head. 

At a time when all seems dead. 

The warmth of the grave does beckon me to slumber. 

Though there is so much more to be done. 

And before the dawn’s hateful light.

 I shall go on in spite. 

With rage and lust as my guides. 

For within me all that was pure hides . 

From the monster I’ve become trying to remember. 

The me I never was. 

This is how monsters are made. 

This is all life truly does.